Coal Dust

You’ll be with him, because although I want the best for youI cannot tell you softly.My endearments cough themselves up from my belly,love in the form of splinters and coal.I can almost feel you wincing to hear them.

You’ll be with him, instead,because although he doesn’t care,when he reminds you of your worthlessnessthe swears dripping from his lips like honeytaste better than my coal dust compliments.